Nov. 3rd, 2009

Books

Nov. 3rd, 2009 02:55 pm
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At the time of this writing, I am sitting in Adam's car in the parking lot of the Hilton hotel in McLean, not too far from the Tysons Corner shopping center. I accompanied Adam to his job in said hotel, which would involve setting up and watching over a tech fair.
This morning, three hours after we arrived, I took the shuttle to the shopping center. Really there were only two reasons for me to walk into Tysons One, and one of those reasons was a rare occurrence.
The shuttle dropped off at the Macy's entrance, so I took advantage of that, heading to the Origins counter and exchanging the Poppy lipstick for Dahlia, my preferred color. I love that name, Dahlia. After that I made a beeline for my rare occurrence: Sephora. The only ways I can physically enter a Sephora anywhere near my home is to either take a train and a bus into Bethesda, or come here to Tysons Corner. I knew what I wanted, anyway: Josie Maran lipstick in Desirous and Fresh Umbrian Clay Concealer in Shade 1. I had a gift certificate that I had not used, so I put it to use. Afterward, I headed almost at a skip toward Barnes & Noble. I haven't skipped since I was a child. Usually it is too painful. I walked into the book behemoth and my entire body sighed and gasped in relief, "BOOOOKS." I only walked out with CE Murphy's Walking Dead and Daniel Doen Silberberg's Wonderland: The Zen of Alice. But simply being in the store was like walking through a spa.
I took the next shuttle back, because two and a half hours of walking was enough. I was starting to hurt. I didn't need to be in a giant mall any longer. The exercise had been more than worth it, but I wanted to relax elsewhere.
Back at the Hilton, I sat outside on a bench and read while Adam occasionally stepped out on breaks to say hello, or to give me a brownie. He then offered his laptop and the car, which could charge the laptop. Here I am. It is such an amazingly gorgeous day, it is almost not November.

Also, I had coffee, which sometimes acts like a pain reliever and smooth muscle relaxant, so I am a tad giddy.

Books

Nov. 3rd, 2009 02:55 pm
brightrosefox: (Default)
At the time of this writing, I am sitting in Adam's car in the parking lot of the Hilton hotel in McLean, not too far from the Tysons Corner shopping center. I accompanied Adam to his job in said hotel, which would involve setting up and watching over a tech fair.
This morning, three hours after we arrived, I took the shuttle to the shopping center. Really there were only two reasons for me to walk into Tysons One, and one of those reasons was a rare occurrence.
The shuttle dropped off at the Macy's entrance, so I took advantage of that, heading to the Origins counter and exchanging the Poppy lipstick for Dahlia, my preferred color. I love that name, Dahlia. After that I made a beeline for my rare occurrence: Sephora. The only ways I can physically enter a Sephora anywhere near my home is to either take a train and a bus into Bethesda, or come here to Tysons Corner. I knew what I wanted, anyway: Josie Maran lipstick in Desirous and Fresh Umbrian Clay Concealer in Shade 1. I had a gift certificate that I had not used, so I put it to use. Afterward, I headed almost at a skip toward Barnes & Noble. I haven't skipped since I was a child. Usually it is too painful. I walked into the book behemoth and my entire body sighed and gasped in relief, "BOOOOKS." I only walked out with CE Murphy's Walking Dead and Daniel Doen Silberberg's Wonderland: The Zen of Alice. But simply being in the store was like walking through a spa.
I took the next shuttle back, because two and a half hours of walking was enough. I was starting to hurt. I didn't need to be in a giant mall any longer. The exercise had been more than worth it, but I wanted to relax elsewhere.
Back at the Hilton, I sat outside on a bench and read while Adam occasionally stepped out on breaks to say hello, or to give me a brownie. He then offered his laptop and the car, which could charge the laptop. Here I am. It is such an amazingly gorgeous day, it is almost not November.

Also, I had coffee, which sometimes acts like a pain reliever and smooth muscle relaxant, so I am a tad giddy.

Books

Nov. 3rd, 2009 02:55 pm
brightrosefox: (Default)
At the time of this writing, I am sitting in Adam's car in the parking lot of the Hilton hotel in McLean, not too far from the Tysons Corner shopping center. I accompanied Adam to his job in said hotel, which would involve setting up and watching over a tech fair.
This morning, three hours after we arrived, I took the shuttle to the shopping center. Really there were only two reasons for me to walk into Tysons One, and one of those reasons was a rare occurrence.
The shuttle dropped off at the Macy's entrance, so I took advantage of that, heading to the Origins counter and exchanging the Poppy lipstick for Dahlia, my preferred color. I love that name, Dahlia. After that I made a beeline for my rare occurrence: Sephora. The only ways I can physically enter a Sephora anywhere near my home is to either take a train and a bus into Bethesda, or come here to Tysons Corner. I knew what I wanted, anyway: Josie Maran lipstick in Desirous and Fresh Umbrian Clay Concealer in Shade 1. I had a gift certificate that I had not used, so I put it to use. Afterward, I headed almost at a skip toward Barnes & Noble. I haven't skipped since I was a child. Usually it is too painful. I walked into the book behemoth and my entire body sighed and gasped in relief, "BOOOOKS." I only walked out with CE Murphy's Walking Dead and Daniel Doen Silberberg's Wonderland: The Zen of Alice. But simply being in the store was like walking through a spa.
I took the next shuttle back, because two and a half hours of walking was enough. I was starting to hurt. I didn't need to be in a giant mall any longer. The exercise had been more than worth it, but I wanted to relax elsewhere.
Back at the Hilton, I sat outside on a bench and read while Adam occasionally stepped out on breaks to say hello, or to give me a brownie. He then offered his laptop and the car, which could charge the laptop. Here I am. It is such an amazingly gorgeous day, it is almost not November.

Also, I had coffee, which sometimes acts like a pain reliever and smooth muscle relaxant, so I am a tad giddy.
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The re-imagined "V" was unexpectedly awesome. Only the first episode and we've already got major plot points in place, shiny lizard skins, and a determined Resistance alliance. Also, Alan Tudyk can't catch a break, can he?

My body is reacting to my two-hour trek through Tysons One and through the Hilton. Legs and arms are shivering and spastic. Pain so strong my teeth are chattering.
I hurt so badly I want to scream. I don't care. I don't care, I am not my pain, my pain is not my life. Fuck it all, I am a superhero.

Funny how shopping in a book store and a cosmetics shop can make me feel as though I have been through a spa treatment. I did not spend much money in either store, and it was not about buying products. It was about embracing and being embraced by environments that I knew like the inside of my heart. I will walk into any book establishment and whisper that it is so beautiful, all so beautiful.

I finally finished Seanan McGuire's Rosemary and Rue, which I have been deliberately dragging out, and all I can say is that March 2010 cannot come fast enough along with the second book. Holy crap, I am hooked beyond hooked.

I am absolutely terrified that my book, if it is published, will be ripped to shreds by readers and reviewers who will find fault in every chapter. Despite the wonderfully encouraging things my beta readers say to me, I still worry.
brightrosefox: (Default)
The re-imagined "V" was unexpectedly awesome. Only the first episode and we've already got major plot points in place, shiny lizard skins, and a determined Resistance alliance. Also, Alan Tudyk can't catch a break, can he?

My body is reacting to my two-hour trek through Tysons One and through the Hilton. Legs and arms are shivering and spastic. Pain so strong my teeth are chattering.
I hurt so badly I want to scream. I don't care. I don't care, I am not my pain, my pain is not my life. Fuck it all, I am a superhero.

Funny how shopping in a book store and a cosmetics shop can make me feel as though I have been through a spa treatment. I did not spend much money in either store, and it was not about buying products. It was about embracing and being embraced by environments that I knew like the inside of my heart. I will walk into any book establishment and whisper that it is so beautiful, all so beautiful.

I finally finished Seanan McGuire's Rosemary and Rue, which I have been deliberately dragging out, and all I can say is that March 2010 cannot come fast enough along with the second book. Holy crap, I am hooked beyond hooked.

I am absolutely terrified that my book, if it is published, will be ripped to shreds by readers and reviewers who will find fault in every chapter. Despite the wonderfully encouraging things my beta readers say to me, I still worry.
brightrosefox: (Default)
The re-imagined "V" was unexpectedly awesome. Only the first episode and we've already got major plot points in place, shiny lizard skins, and a determined Resistance alliance. Also, Alan Tudyk can't catch a break, can he?

My body is reacting to my two-hour trek through Tysons One and through the Hilton. Legs and arms are shivering and spastic. Pain so strong my teeth are chattering.
I hurt so badly I want to scream. I don't care. I don't care, I am not my pain, my pain is not my life. Fuck it all, I am a superhero.

Funny how shopping in a book store and a cosmetics shop can make me feel as though I have been through a spa treatment. I did not spend much money in either store, and it was not about buying products. It was about embracing and being embraced by environments that I knew like the inside of my heart. I will walk into any book establishment and whisper that it is so beautiful, all so beautiful.

I finally finished Seanan McGuire's Rosemary and Rue, which I have been deliberately dragging out, and all I can say is that March 2010 cannot come fast enough along with the second book. Holy crap, I am hooked beyond hooked.

I am absolutely terrified that my book, if it is published, will be ripped to shreds by readers and reviewers who will find fault in every chapter. Despite the wonderfully encouraging things my beta readers say to me, I still worry.

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